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  A feather-light touch of his lips skimmed the bullet wound and he kissed it softly. “I could have lost you.” His voice sounded rough and he raised his head to meet her gaze. “I can’t imagine life without you here.”

  Her throat constricted at his words. She tried to let them sink in but they seemed to skitter away as he reached for her panties. She braced her hands on the bed, raised her hips, and he slid them down to her feet.

  Instead of tossing them aside, he brought them to his nose and inhaled. “You smell so good.”

  Wild sensations pinged through her body as he set her panties on the floor and pressed her thighs apart so that she was wide open and bared to him. He ran a finger over her shaved mound.

  “I like this,” he murmured as he touched the smooth skin. He continued on and skimmed her clit as he slid his finger down her wet folds.

  Her eyes widened and her heart pounded harder against her ribcage as he stroked her slick flesh. Desire curled in her belly.

  He got to his feet and she looked up at him, so tall as he towered over her. She swallowed as she watched him toe off his boots and then strip off his socks. He took his time, making her wait for him as he brought his hands to his belt and unfastened the buckle. She held her breath as he slid the leather from the belt loops.

  The buckle thumped on the carpet when he dropped the belt. His top button was undone, but he didn’t pull down his zipper. He shrugged out of his overshirt and tossed it on top of the belt, leaving him in a T-shirt. He tugged the T-shirt over his head and her mouth watered at the sight of his muscles flexing as he stripped.

  Now he was just in his Wrangler jeans. He watched her as he unzipped his jeans, revealing black boxer briefs. He pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. His erection was huge behind the soft material of his boxer briefs. As he pushed them down, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

  The moment he released his cock and stripped out of his boxer briefs, she wanted to touch him, wanted to taste him. She slid off the bed and went to him. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and got down on her knees.

  Reese hadn’t expected Kelley to get down on her knees like this. He’d planned on giving pleasure to her, not taking for himself. But she had her fingers wrapped around his cock and she lowered her head.

  She slid his cock into her mouth, bringing him deep to the back of her throat. He couldn’t help but groan as she moved her wet mouth up and down his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deep again.

  A throaty moan rose up in her as she bobbed her head up and down. He slid his fingers into her hair, stroking strands away from her face as she looked up at him. He could get lost in the depths of her blue eyes.

  Her mouth was so warm on his cock. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. With Kelley it was so intense, so raw and filled with passion.

  She made soft sounds of hunger and need as she sucked his cock. She moved her hands away from his erection, still bobbing her head. And then she was digging her nails into his ass.

  The slight pain made the experience even more erotic and he groaned. That seemed to spur her on and she took him deeper yet.

  He didn’t think he could survive much more of the sweet torture she was inflicting on him. He pushed back the oncoming orgasm. He didn’t want her to stop, but he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

  His gaze met hers again, and her eyes were dark with passion. An orgasm was rushing toward him and soon he would be powerless to stop it.

  He leaned down and slid his fingers into her hair and he clenched the strands in his hands. “Stop.” The word came out in a harsh tone. She let him slip his erection from her mouth and she gave him a smoky look filled with desire that he knew could lead into something fierce and primal if he let it go in that direction.

  If it weren’t for her shoulder, he would probably have acted like an animal, taking her too fast. “You make me crazy.” His throat worked. “I want to take you hard and fast and out of control. But this is right…slow is the way you deserve to be taken.”

  She almost couldn’t breathe as he bent and took her hands in his and helped her to her feet. When she was standing, she took his injured hand in hers and kissed the stubs where his fingers used to be. Her lips were soft against his skin.

  When she raised her head again, he picked her up by her waist and laid her on the middle of the bed.

  The tough, sometimes prickly female detective stared up at him and smiled, not looking so tough or prickly at all. She looked soft, warm, and inviting…and all his.

  Kelley looked up at Reese in his masculine perfection. No, maybe not perfect in the Michelangelo’s David sort of way, but perfect to her. The power of his presence, of his bearing. She’d known he was built well, but she’d never known just how well. His muscles were well defined but not too big…just right.

  His cock, nestled in tight dark curls, was thick and long and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. He bent, picked up his jeans, and took his wallet out of his pocket. From his wallet he withdrew a foil packet, which he tossed on the bed before dropping his wallet on top of his jeans.

  She held out her arms to him and he moved toward her. He eased onto the bed and knelt between her legs before pushing her thighs wide apart with his hands. While he watched her face, he slid two fingers into her moist core. Her eyes widened as he thrust his fingers in deep, down to his knuckles. He placed one hand on her knee as he moved his fingers out, ran them along the length of her folds and then slipped them inside her core again.

  “Please.” The word came out with a hoarse edge to it. “I want you inside me.”

  His smile was so carnal, so filled with passion, that she caught her breath. “Not yet.”

  He lowered himself so that his shoulders were between her thighs, his face close to her sex. He blew lightly on her clit and she nearly came up off the bed.

  Before she had a chance to recover from the zing that had shot straight through to her belly, he shifted so that his face was close to her folds. He slid his fingers inside her at the same time he licked her clit.

  A cry caught in her throat and she gripped the sheet in her fists as if that might hold her to the bed. She felt like she could go flying at any moment and he had barely started.

  Her body felt like it was on fire, her legs trembling with the need to climax. He slowly licked and sucked her while slowly moving his fingers in and out.

  An orgasm built and built within her. Perspiration broke out on her body and she was fighting to remain grounded, like she might fly into pieces that could never be put back together again.

  He made a low rumbling sound against her folds and she lost it. She cried out loud and long. It was like a bubble burst around her and she was set free, floating up into the night sky. He continued licking her, as she floated but then her body tensed and from out of nowhere another orgasm slammed into her. She twisted in his grasp, no longer able to take any more of his tongue on her clit.

  As she came back down to earth, she felt the heat of him against her as he eased up on top. She loved the feel of his hard body as he pressed it to hers. He braced his hands to either side of her shoulders, holding most of his weight off of her.

  He lowered his head and brought his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her, a hard, intense kiss that made her heart skip a beat. He rose up and braced himself with one hand while grasping his cock in his other and pressing it against her core. She looked to see that he’d put on a condom, likely when she was in the middle of her massive orgasm.

  She gasped as he pushed his way inside her. He moved slowly but he was so big and she was so petite that it almost hurt as he stretched and filled her. But at the same time it felt so incredible that what little pain she’d felt vanished.

  He began moving in and out of her and she rose up to meet his every thrust. She’d never felt anything like having him inside her, his body pressed to hers. His skin was hot
and she felt their perspiration mingling as he took her.

  His thrusts grew harder and faster and it felt as if he was going deeper with each movement. She watched the intensity in his fierce expression, the set of his jaw and the wildness in his blue eyes. She had no doubt that he was close to coming.

  Her own orgasm came closer and closer. She felt fire burning through her body again and knew it wouldn’t be much longer…

  “Come for me, honey.” He said the words in a growl.

  She completely lost it. She cried out again as her mind seemed to spiral and her body vibrated. Her core spasmed around his cock and a beat later he gave a loud shout. She watched him as he came, loving how he looked as he lost control.

  He thrust in and out several more times and then he rested his big frame against her. She loved the feel of his body and didn’t want him to move, but then he was rolling onto his side, taking her with him. He tucked her head in the crook of his arm and held her close.

  She sighed, pleasure filling her from head to toe. A smile touched her lips and she wanted to tell him how good he’d just made her feel.

  And how much he meant to her. But she wasn’t ready for that. She wasn’t even ready to admit to herself how she cared about him in ways she had never cared for anyone before him.

  She snuggled closer. For now she wanted to feel happy, secured, and cared for. They both let the moment fill them as if neither one of them wanted to disturb the beauty that had just happened between them.

  Chapter 12

  Kelley felt like she was floating in a soft cocoon. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs, smelling clean sheets and a warm masculine scent. She felt heat, like she was lying in a pool of sunshine.

  She opened her eyes to see Reese on his side, his elbow on the bed and his head propped on his hand. The sheet draped his hips, showing tantalizing muscles and his athletic form. His brown hair was tousled but he looked wide-awake as he watched her.

  She smiled. “Good morning.” A hint of sleepiness was still in her voice.

  “You look beautiful when you sleep.” He brushed his fingers from her shoulder to her elbow and back. “You’re always beautiful.”

  Warmth traveled through her. “Any regrets?” she asked.

  “None.” He leaned closer and kissed her forehead then drew back. “You?”

  She reached up and stroked his stubble with her fingertips. “Not one.”

  “Good.” He moved his hand to her hair, tucking strands of it behind her ear. “Hungry?”

  “Famished.” She moved her hand from his jaw to her belly. “I wouldn’t mind a nice big breakfast.”

  “A girl after my own heart.” He kissed her forehead again before scooting up and sliding out of bed. She watched him, the sheet falling from his body and revealing every glorious inch of his large frame. She wouldn’t mind having more of that right now.

  He looked amused. “If you’re not careful and keep looking at me like that, we’ll never get to breakfast.”

  She grinned. “Is that such a bad thing?”

  He gave her a quick grin. “Better watch yourself, Detective Petrova.”

  She gave him a sultry look. “What if I don’t want to watch myself?”

  His features turned hungry, his eyes filled with desire. He went to her, pulled the covers away, and slid back into bed.

  After another round of satisfying lovemaking, Reese slid out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  “I’ll be right there.” She sighed, looking entirely content lying in his bed, her breasts and torso bared to her waist.

  She wandered into the bathroom as he was pulling on boxers and Wrangler jeans. He kissed her and headed out of the bedroom. When he reached the kitchen, he started a pot of coffee first off. Then he grabbed ingredients for homemade biscuits from the pantry as well as raided the fridge for hamburger to make hamburger gravy, and then took out a carton of eggs. He started browning the hamburger then mixing the ingredients for biscuits.

  It wasn’t long ’til Kelley made it to the kitchen. She wore one of his button-up shirts. She was so petite that the shirt was almost to her knees. Her phone was in the breast pocket and her legs were bare as she padded across the floor.

  “Mmmm…smells wonderful,” she said. “Especially the coffee.” Her blonde hair was damp from the shower and she had a rosy glow about her. “What can I do to help?”

  “You can stand there looking beautiful,” he said with a smile.

  She went to him and reached up and kissed his cheek. “What’s for breakfast?”

  “Entirely unhealthy grub.” He gestured to the pan of gravy he was making. “Biscuits, hamburger gravy, and fried eggs.”

  “Yum.” She moved back and leaned against the counter. “I’d offer to crack the eggs, but we’d be having broken yolks mixed with the egg whites and shells.”

  He gave a low chuckle. “I’ll handle it.”

  She eased herself up so that she was sitting on the counter, her legs dangling and the shirt hiked up to her upper thighs. Damn, she looked good.

  Her forehead wrinkled. “How and when are we going to tell our superiors that we’re in a relationship?” She hesitated. “Or maybe I’m assuming too much since we’ve only been together for one night?”

  He set down the spoon that he’d been using to stir the gravy and went to her. He braced his hands to ether side of her hips on the countertop. “You’re damned straight we’re in a relationship.” He moved in closer and brushed his lips over hers. “You belong to me now.”

  She swatted his shoulder. “You know better than to play He-man with me.”

  He grinned. “You’re so damned cute when you’re riled.”

  With a sniff she said, “You haven’t seen riled yet.”

  His grin broadened. “I’ll be sure and be on my best behavior.”

  She gave him a teasing look. “That’s no fun.”

  He kissed her hard before moving back to the stove. “The gravy is going to burn.”

  “Can’t have that.” She jumped down from the countertop. “I’ll set the table.”

  While he stirred the gravy, with his free hand he gestured to a cabinet. “Plates there.” He pointed to a drawer. “Silverware in that drawer.” He nodded to a napkin holder. “And napkins.”

  While he made breakfast, he glanced at her as she got everything out and set the table. She then grabbed the Red Devil hot sauce out of the fridge along with butter and honey if they wanted a biscuit without the gravy on it. She put shakers of salt and pepper on the table, too.

  While he made breakfast they talked about his family and coworkers, and somehow managed to stay off the topic of the Taynor case. Talking about the case they were working on was inevitable, but for now they seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to get into it, at least not until after they ate.

  Breakfast went smoothly, but afterward as they started putting everything away and cleaning up, Kelley brought up the case.

  “I’m feeling better.” Kelley dried a washed plate as he cleaned the silverware. “I’m sure the doctor will clear me soon, so it won’t hurt for me to work on the case.”

  “Don’t push yourself, honey.” He glanced at her and her eyes widened a little, as if he’d surprised her by calling her honey. “You need to get back to full speed.”

  She put the dry plate into the cabinet and frowned. “How many times am I going to have to tell you I’m fine?”

  “At least a hundred until the doctor says you’re ready for duty.” He set the clean silverware down to be dried.

  “You didn’t answer the question I asked you in regards to telling our superiors about our relationship.” She looked a little more serious and a little sad. “They won’t allow us to be partners any longer.”

  He gave a slow nod. “We’ll need to do it before you go back to work.”

  “Which will be soon,” she said.

  He remained quiet. No way was he going to come out on top of this argument with Kelley. She was
too fierce, independent, and stubborn as hell. They were qualities he admired in her—they made her one hell of a detective. But they also led to frustration when it came to getting her to slow down or stay put when she needed to. Like now.

  “Something’s got to break.” She dried the silverware and tucked them into the drawer. Her brows narrowed. “We have to find them before they manage to get out of Prescott.” She looked at Reese. “No way is Taynor going to hang around town with every law enforcement officer in the state looking for him.” She frowned. “Unless he’s waiting for something to go down…”

  Reese nodded. She had good instincts and he happened to agree with her in this instance.

  Just as Kelley dried her hands off with a towel, her phone rang in the breast pocket of the shirt. She pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. “It’s Zip.”

  Reese couldn’t help a frown. If she got another lead on Taynor or Rocha, she’d be tearing after them before he could say “whoa.”

  She answered with, “Detective Petrova.” For a moment she listened, her features grim. “I’ll meet you there in fifteen. Detective McBride will be with me.” She disconnected the call.

  Reese dried his own hands. “What’s up?”

  She looked grim. “Zip sounded almost scared. He wants to meet at our usual place.” She turned and headed out the kitchen toward Reese’s bedroom and he followed.

  When he reached his room, Kelley was shoving her legs into her jeans. “Ugh. After playing outside all day yesterday, I need clean clothes. These have paint splatters from near misses.” She turned to face him as she grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. “After we see Zip we can go to my place.”

  Reese nodded as he tugged on a T-shirt and then an overshirt before strapping on his belt and holstering his Glock and phone.

  After she’d put on her hiking boots and he’d stuffed his feet into his western boots, they headed out of the room. Kelley grabbed her purse. “Looking forward to using the new Glock,” she said as she glanced at him. “That is a hell of a firearm.”